D/s Erotica • Audio • Advice
With The Sound Of Music Distinct and intoxicating would be the way I would best describe it. Your subspace voice carries a sound that only I know really well — even you are hazy on the tune. It’s when you have had more than your fair share of passion at the hands of me, as…
The very thought of going back to vanilla after knowing firsthand the emotional rawness that accompanies dominance and submission is like eating McDonald’s after dining at Spago. No fucking thank you — I’d rather starve. What I didn’t realize until afterward, was that once you dive entirely into D/s, everything else looks like a wallpaper…
Staring into your beautiful eyes as I entered you, something happened to me that had never happened before. Something that in all my years, felt akin to losing my virginity. Something greater though. I was whole, for the very first time in my life. I was one with you, in a way we longed for…
All of sudden, words drop out of me like thundering rain from a dark cloud in the middle of a Midwest spring storm. I am merely existing naturally now, dropping ungodly amounts of passion, all because of the slightest presence of you. I don’t know what it is. I don’t know why and I don’t…
This when I nestle my ambition and wants inside your mind, Little One. You may not realize what is happening yet, but I do. But it sure feels good to be writing to you again, My Love. It just never felt quite right putting pen to paper apart. We both know that daily, my ache…
With my words, I captured your innocence, pulling you closer and closer to me with each letter I wrote. With each syllable that I spoke. I didn’t do anything spectacular. I just said what was in my heart, but every time I looked there, what I found was always you. My orange sky. I don’t have…
As I sip on a cup from a strong evening brew, I presume my MacBook Pro is lighting up my face, glowing in a pitch-black night sky. A cool alpine mist with wetness thick in the air, the stars that normally cascade across my new evening skies are somehow missing tonight, which I suppose makes…
And How You Ache to Be Sore “I can’t even get up,” she said. “My vagina is fucking worked.” These are the words I hear, gasping out of you as you lay there, sprawled across the white linens, your body just having been rocked to the core from the passionate fuckfest that just crushed you. ‘Sore’…
It’s interesting that as I get older, I still find myself discovering very profound and deep parts of who I am, at a very profound and deep level. This happened today.
Lately, my pen is heavy. I’ve been writing much much more than normal. Nonstop, in fact. Pages and pages and pages flow out of me, as I am a pitcher pouring words, not water. Nouns and consonants just fucking each other like newlywed Mormons, reproducing words at a rate to make the Catholics shake their…
“Check out this song that I put on our playlist. It is so beautiful”, she said. She emphasized for him to “listen for the repeating phrase towards the end. It is how I feel about us. It is how I feel — about you”. So, he listened. He recalls that day well. Sitting outside alone…
A smidgen of anxiety kicks in, as I remember Tawny Kitaen almost fucked up the hood of two classic cars, and now David Coverdale’s lame ass song is stuck in my head for the better part of a day, I fear. Seriously, Dave? “Just another heart in need of rescue, Waiting on love’s sweet charity?”….
I began this written piece a few weeks ago, however, the narrative changed quite a bit today. Initially, I wrote this as I worried the end was imminent; it was a piece I shared only with you, throwing the gauntlet down in a manner of speaking, to let you know how I really felt inside,…
When the sun shines, we’ll shine together Told you I’d be here forever Said I’ll always be your friend Took an oath I’mma stick it out ‘til the end Now that it’s raining more than ever Know that we’ll still have each other You can stand under my umbrella You can stand under my umbrella…
I am fucking dying for you right now. It is tearing me up. I want you – I want all your holes – I want every part of you, Kitten. Every part. I want you kneeling in front of me like I am used to seeing you. Naked. Knees on the floor. Arms forward. In your…
Pinching myself does nothing to awaken me from the current reality that has become my status quo. I’ve somehow turned into a big giant pile of delicate feelings over a woman and it would be rather pathetic to witness in myself if I felt I had a choice in the matter. Nevertheless, I saw what…
Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick The one that makes me scream she said The one that makes me laugh she said Threw her arms around my neck Show me how you do it and I’ll promise you I’ll promise that I’ll run away with you, I’ll run away with…
Today I called in sick. I needed my girl. My Babydoll. My Kitten. Mine. I can’t very well do anything at work anyways with my mind in the constant State of You. I need the feel of you. I need the scent of your hair touching my nose. I need my hands rummaging across your…
I told myself: “No new writings today.” I have a ton of things to do and writing here seems pretty trivial when I consider all that is on my plate. Pushing buttons on a laptop for the touchy demographic is hardly a good use of my time when I look at my to-do list. Nevertheless,…
Codes that mean something to only two people who read this blog. I think the rest of you can do the math. Or not. You see, each person who has ever been in a relationship knows that we all can relate to those little things that only you two get to share. Each relationship has them,…